her name was...

Her name was Jenny. 
She was mysterious, she was that part of the family trust not 
Blood. 
We were the only closest to age at the get-together.
One conversation led to another.
Felt amazing, like there was a connection that couldn’t be broken. Like lighting and thunder.  
She decided to do something daring like a deer leaving the group and a hungry lion Lurking. She was the deer who I thought was gonna get hurt. 
She got a bottle, ask me if I wanted. I agreed. I already knew by the time I was 12 I was an alcoholic. I still drank. 
I didn’t want to feel anymore. 
Biggest mistake. 
I decided to spend the night in the nightmare I soon to be creating. 
I was tired, blackness was covering my vision and I saw her laughing. Louder and louder and louder. Her hands grasping my legs. Moving on top of my body. Unbuttoning my pants. Barley realizing what’s going on I was able to say “no, stop”. 
I woke up to her smiles, no pants. Most of all a broken heart. 
She wasn’t the deer, I was and she was the lion.